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He moved in to within inches, the warmth and aroma of magic radiating from him as he lifted her chin

with one finger to lock eyes with hers.

“Relax, breathe.” His whisper caressed her skin like a light warm breeze. “Relax,” he repeated. She

drifted, his deep blue eyes pulling her in. He wrapped her in his warmth, and she floated across a calm

sea, held in his strong arms.

“Tim’s all I have.”

“All right, Lauren. Perhaps we’ll find your brother.”

“You know my name.”

“Lauren Emory of New York City in the Old Lands. Tim spoke often of you. I am Kasmárin. You may

call me Kas.”

Lauren forced her eyes open for a moment.
The Prince Adept of Anfall—the great wizard, the king’s

brother?
As she struggled to take it in, he passed his hand across her eyes, and she fell into a warm,

comforting sleep.

When she bargained with the devil of her dreams, they both found their heart’s delight.

Lord Demon’s Delight

© 2007 Gia Dawn

Lady Jessaline Nolan is as stubborn as her fiery red hair implies; thwarting her father’s wishes every

chance she gets. The day of her impending forced marriage proves no exception. She swears she would

rather marry a Demon of Dunmore than the man her father has chosen.

Lord Llewellyn Dunmore is happily unwed, as the men in his lineage have remained for generations. It’s

become a family tradition. But he is drawn to the beautiful damsel in distress and agrees to save her on

one condition—that she willingly succumb to his every sensual demand. To his utter surprise, she agrees.

While Jessaline’s father schemes to bring her back by any means necessary, Jessaline and Llewellyn

spend their nights in decadent delight and three rather cranky fairy-godmothers lend their magical help to

the lovers.

Darker secrets lurk, however, as well as a shadowy past that Jessaline is unaware of. Can the new love

between Jessaline and Llewellyn survive when confronted with hidden truths?

First book in the Demons of Dunmore Series

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Lord Demon’s Delight
:

Jessaline hesitated just outside the door. Her fingers shook and she was more nervous than she cared to

admit. She had no doubt he would claim his portion of the bargain—no doubt he was more than capable

of demanding his husbandly rights. She had seen and felt the proof of that more than once this day.

But he was
huge
, so long and broad she did not know how she would manage to fit him all inside her.

Despite his words to the contrary, she was afraid he would hurt her. The goblets on the tray tinkled as

her hands trembled again, and the newly familiar ache shuddered up from between her thighs.

Anticipation. Desire.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open—and almost dropped the tray in shock when she saw

him sitting naked by the fire.

His hair was wet from where he had washed it, rivulets of water dripped down his neck. His chest was

broad, smooth, a few faint scars from battle traced across the skin. She let her gaze roam lower, past the

tensed muscles of his stomach, along the line of chestnut hair, to stare again at his heavy cock, watching

in wonder as it moved beneath her gaze.

He shifted in his chair, stroked a hand across his balls, and adjusted the now rigid length of flesh so it

rose up to lie across his stomach.

The glass chimed again as Jess’s hands began to shake in earnest.

“Are you afraid?” His question surprised her. She dragged her gaze back to his face. He studied her

from beneath his lashes. “I have promised not to hurt you.” So soft, his voice, soft and beguiling. “Put

down the wine and come to me.”

It was a command Jessaline could not refuse. Her heart pounded too fast as she placed the tray on the

floor. She longed for a glass of wine to calm the sudden rush of her breath and steady the shaking of her

fingers so he would not see her discomfort.

He held out his hand and motioned her forward. Jess stepped closer, wishing she had some easy words

to lessen her growing nervousness. She swallowed, her throat gone suddenly dry as she moved to stand

before him.

“Take off your gown, lady.” His voice was still soft, but Jess heard how it had deepened and grown

thick with his own dark emotion.

She lifted the hem and began to pull the heavy garment up her legs, knowing he watched her every

move. She slid it across her breasts, feeling her nipples tighten as the rough wool scraped over them. She

let the gown drop to the floor and stood draped in only her linen kirtle.

“That, too.”

Jess jutted out her chin and gave him her best glare. “Are you just going to watch me all night?” She

needed him to touch her, to know whether his hands would prove as soft as his voice.

He chuckled, a purr that sent ripples of anticipation across her skin. “Oh, no. I intend to touch, stroke,

explore and plunder every inch of your perfect flesh.” He straightened in his chair and leaned toward her,

his smile one that would make the devil proud. “But first I want to look at you. All of you.”

Again that shock of fire quivered between her thighs. Jess tried to press her legs together, hoping to ease

the throb radiating from their depths. He saw her squirm and his smile grew broader.

“The kirtle,” he said.

In a last spark of bravado, Jess tore the laces apart at the neck and shrugged the garment to the floor.

Her skin tingled in the sudden chill, the goose bumps puckering her nipples even more. She felt wanton

standing naked in the night, her husband’s hungry gaze traveling the length of her.

“
You are beautiful
,” he whispered. Jess was pleased to hear a tremor in his voice. For the first time she

thought of herself as wanted, desirable, someone more than just her father’s pawn.

“Come.” He held out his hand and sat back in the chair.

Jess placed her fingers in his, feeling the faint tremor that shook them. He drew her down onto his lap,

her back turned toward him and pressed against his chest. She felt her body shiver as he tucked her into

his warmth, and sucked in her breath as the mass of him settled between the cheeks of her bottom.

He wrapped one strong arm around her, gathered her close, and let his other hand tangle in her hair.

Jess could not stop her trembling as he nuzzled his face into her neck and let his lips trail across the

sensitive skin to nibble at her earlobe.

Jess sucked in her breath as the delicious feelings washed over her. Now his hand swept through her

hair to brush the outside of her breast. He hesitated, teasing her skin before closing his palm over its

weight.

“
Ahhh
!” The sound escaped her as he found her nipple and let it slide between his fingers. He pressed

harder and Jess had to bite her lip to keep from crying out again. She held her breath, tried to think,

made a last effort to keep control as he took her nipple and pinched, firmer, rougher, while Jess twisted

on his lap, trying to find some relief from the unbearable need that blasted down her stomach.

She heard his own intake of breath as her wiggling jostled his stiffened cock. Now his hand dropped to

fall heavy on her thigh. Jess tensed when his fingers inched their way up her leg.

“Tell me to stop,” he said. His hand stayed motionless at the very top of her thigh. “Just say the word

and we can come to an amicable parting.”

She shook her head and settled harder on his lap. Some wicked part of her she did not know she

possessed urged her to wiggle once more against his turgid length. She could hear the amusement in his

voice when he whispered in her ear.

“Is that the game you wish to play?”

His other hand fell to her opposite thigh and he slid both hands toward her knees. In one swift movement

he spread her legs wide, holding them open with his thighs. Jess shivered when she felt the air hit the

moisture of her open cunt. She felt exposed and unprotected—but she could not deny that she enjoyed

the position she was in.

Slowly, he slid his hands up toward her mound, stretching her legs wider. Jess heard her breath grow

heavy and hesitant, the anticipation almost more than she could take.

When he finally brought one hand across her tangle of curls, Jess felt her body jump to meet him. One

finger rubbed into her slit, slowly moving back and forth as he spread the wet of her to make the passage

smoother.

Jess moaned, the ache of need almost more than she could stand. “Please,” she whimpered, turning her

head to nestle against his neck.

“Open for me,” Llew replied. “Let me touch inside you.”

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